NOTE: In an effort to thwart Google… my nickname today is… NIKOLOV!
So, you haven’t heard from me lately… Well here’s your lowdown.
Friday, prom. It was great to hang out with all my friends, but the whole idea of prom was vastly overhyped (gee, and I this was the argument I used when I tried to talk myself into NOT going). It was somewhere in the middle, at times it was fairly memorable/amusing/emotional/hilarious/etc. but at other times it just kind of dragged on. Thank God for having some people around me who could still act like jackasses in tuxes and long, frilly, amazingly poofy, dresses… That and the fact I got to razz on Logan didn’t hurt at all.
Saturday, mainly nothingness. Slept until noon, did some misc. tasks, Cornell forms, etc.
Sunday, the big graduation! It was fun, but high school had to mercifully come to an end sometime. And it finally did on Sunday. No more classes, no more terrible lunches, or boneheaded scheduling moves… no more incompetent teachers, guidance counselors, administrators… even janitors. Sweet, sweet freedom. The ceremony was nice, albeit a tad long, and we didn’t have the world’s greatest speaker. (The guy who shares his name with hockey’s #77). I at times earlier this year worried whether I would lament graduation too much… That was obviously before I got accepted to colleges, and realized my life was OUTSIDE of Torrington. I was giddy as a giraffe eating a green grapefruit. Why I felt the need to throw that weird metaphorical alliteration in there, I have no clue.
Sunday night into Monday, we got to attend PG. Project Graduation that is. Another good time, a little overblown compared to what it really ended up being, but I think everyone had a good time. Last time to hang out with friends, last time to shoot some hoops together, or sing karaoke, or get your ass handed to you at foosball by Kris… It’ll probably turn out as one of those things you remember because it was during an important time, but one that you can’t really draw details from because it really wasn’t THAT important.
Monday, Nikolov gets day off!
Tuesday, Nikolov goes back to work, work sucks, goes bowling, bowling sucks.
Wednesday, Nikolov goes back to work again, work sucks, goes bowling because he needs to sub for REGGIE DAVIS, turns in a “meh” performance on the sport shot… Though he did obliterate Schmidday with his 391 performance.
And finally… yesterday… dentist (*sigh* stupid wisdom teeth), MORE work, then my new favorite thing to do in the world… umpiring… Me and Little Grossi combined to blow a home run (we called it a ground rule double), a couple fair/foul balls off certain bases, and then APPARENTLY my strike zone was “inconsistent” but the coach told Grossi, and not me to my face… I’m happy his team lost. That and the fact the team that one of “whiny coach” was the one we kinda screwed over with the home run call… So in other words, we didn’t blow either game fully, which I guess is the sole purpose of umpiring in Little League here in Torrington.
That brings us to Friday, where I will be going to work in ohhh, 20 minutes or so. Stupid work. Forgive my terrible grammar, lack of sarcasm and wit, lack on ANY intellectual writing, etc. I’m not a morning person.
EDITED thanks to the blasted Unicode character set…
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